Quotes About Purposeless

By day they're full of meaningless activity; by night they're full of a meaningless lack of it.

Like zero direction

I had always suspected myself of being almost purposeless, of not really having any single serious reason for existing. Now I was convinced, in the face of the facts themselves, of my personal emptiness.

Genuine music, to me, is the one which has no purpose. It should be as natural and as purposeless as the flow of the river.

I've never had any intentions about anything. That's why I am where I am today, which is neither here nor there, in a literal sense.

When, therefore, we ask what ageing is for we must give the peculiar answer that it isn't for anything; it is, instead, the evolved consequence of there being no reason to stay alive.

Maybe the human species has evolved too far, maybe we all move around too much, too pointlessly, and consciousness will implode upon itself.

I have ceased to care about anything. I have no personal ambition, or even the desire that people call me nice, or pretty, or witty. Nor do I have any use for sensation, nor do I care. Cessation. It is a technical circle, encircling, cycle, of giving the body to be burned, but having no charity. ... What can I do? For without love I am truly dead.

But so went forth Darnell, day by day, strangely mistaking death for life, madness for sanity, and purposeless and wandering phantoms for true beings. He was sincerely of opinion that he was a City clerk, living in Shephard's Bush -- having forgotten the mysteries and the far-shining glories of the kingdom which was his by legitimate inheritance.

If I had seen one miracle fail, I had witnessed another; and even a seemingly purposeless miracle is an inexhaustible source of hope, because it proves to us that since we do not understand everything, our defeats—so much more numerous than our few and empty victories—may be equally specious.

The circumstances of her present life were desperately weary to her. She could hardly understand why it was that Lady Linlithgow should desire her presence. She was required to do nothing. She had no duties to perform, and, as it seemed to her, was of no use to any one.

Kate has no job, nor does she pursue an interest; she cannot develop. Her life is as circular as the novel it defines.

L'amore vero è così: non ha nessuno scopo e nessuna ragione, e non si sottomette a nessun potere fuorché alla grazia umana.

Tutti sarebbero belli, liberi e spensierati, e amarsi vorrebbe dire soltanto: rivelarsi, l'uno all'altro, quanto si è belli. L'amore sarebbe una delizia disinteressata, una gloria perfetta: come guardarsi allo specchio; sarebbe... una cattiveria naturale e senza rimorso, come una caccia meravigliosa in un bosco reale. L'amore vero è così: non ha nessuno scopo e nessuna ragione, e non si sottomette a nessun potere fuorché alla grazia umana.

Nebunia veget?rii f?r? nici un scop distruge pân? la urm? ÅŸi iluziile erotice.

Faptul c? exist eu dovede?te c? lumea nu are nici un sens.

It's funny to consider how important things like that felt to me then. Proving people wrong. Fighting stupidity. Wanting formal recognition. It took me a long time to learn that proving people wrong is purposeless, fighting stupidity is futile, and formal recognition prevents people from underestimating you—and thereby from ceding to you surprise and other tactical advantages.

It took me a long time to learn that proving people wrong is purposeless, fighting stupidity is futile, and formal recognition prevents people from underestimating you—and thereby from ceding to you surprise and other tactical advantages.

I have always been a rebel without a cause.

To string incongruities and absurdities together in a wandering and sometimes purposeless way, and seem innocently unaware that they are absurdities, is the basis of the American art, if my position is correct.

The most difficult crime to track is the one which is purposeless

If this world were populated with really thinking beings, it would be impossible for all kinds of noise to be permitted and given such unlimited scope, even the most terrible and purposeless. But if nature had intended man for thinking, she would not have given him ears, or at any rate would have furnished them with air-tight flaps, as with bats whom for this reason I envy.

He walked out of nowhere toward nowhere, a man from another time who, it seemed, had reached a point of pointless ending.

Four snakes gliding up and down a hollow for no purpose that I could see - not to eat, not for love, but only gliding.